At that moment, upon hearing what Lovi just said, Cora didn't flinch, not even a little. In fact, a faint smirk began to rise at the corner of her lips. Ten million dollars? That was nothing compared to the kind of mess James could cause if those files ever saw the light of day. Ten million wasn't just payment—it was a shield, a sword, and a fresh start all at once.
She didn't hesitate, with calm precision, Cora rose from her seat. She straightened her jacket, let out a quiet breath, and looked straight at Lovi.
"Well," she said, her tone firm but steady, "that's not a problem."
Her voice was so sharp, it cut through the air like a blade.
"I'll pay the money every cent. But I'll only pay after the job is done, and done perfectly. No half measures. I want proof. Evidence that everything is gone, wiped, and no trace of it is left behind. If you can do that…" she paused slightly, giving him a look that made the room feel smaller, "then you'll have your ten million."
